My son and I illustrated a whole deck of Octonauts memory cards. He's beaming and proud of our accomplishment. The Octonauts are animal rescuers that save other animals in deep sea diving expeditions. He sure knows his gups and his pods. I am furiously writing, which is a real dance with a six-year-old, who still yearns for my constant undivided attention. He's very respectful of my work with clients, but he doesn't understand when I'm glued to the computer.
He finds ever more theatrical ways to elicit my full attention and adoration. I think we snuggled for three hours last night. He's quite a sensitive water sign, he's a Cancer boy. He has a contagious smile, he's so loving and kissy, hysterically funny and delightfully insightful, but loves to pout and throw himself around in dramatic fits. Even though he stopped nursing four years ago, he attaches to me like a hugging monster and won't let go. It might be some primate mechanism to ensure I will sleep with him all night, keeping him safe and snug in the jungle.
Raising children and working at home, is a huge multitasking achievement. Especially, when you want your child to have home-cooked meals and a tidy home and a thriving garden. These things create a more cohesive environment to flourish in. Balancing being loving, compassionate, and nurturing, while cultivating independence, being firm, asserting boundaries, and being completely focused seems to require the discipline of my inner 'Weekend Warrior' Mom. She seems to be at the helm of this ship.
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